Erend remained seated on the edge of his bed without moving a single finger. The coordinates pulsed inside his mind, not as numbers or symbols, but as layered spatial awareness. He could understand distance without direction, position without map. It felt foreign, like an extra organ had been placed inside his skull.
It was very uncomfortable.
His temples throbbed. A low pressure lingered behind his eyes. He endured it without a sound.
After a few moments, the glitching text reappeared in front of him, flickering slightly worse than before.
[How does it feel?]
Erend did not look up. "Not good."
The letters distorted, then stabilized.
[It is vast information. Only you can receive it with your Dragon mind and the System's assistance. Any lesser creature would lose sanity.]
He did not respond. He did not have the energy to say anything right now. Even sitting upright felt heavier than it should.
